I need all the bad bitches to report to the dance floor Please I repeat I need all the bad bitches to report to the dance floor now! Fellas Get your bands ready Turn up
Pop suttin You better stop frontin You see this nigg*s round here? They brought a lot of money We throwing hundreds, throwing fifties and a lot of twenties [?] a ratchet bitch can't even get a dollar from me Different designers on me and my neck is shining No, I'm not signed to the roc, but all I know is diamonds Now bend it over, make it clap for a stack I'mma make it, make it rain when you bring it, bring it back Money ain't a thing, I enter debit, pull out cash Racks in a stash, got these old bitches mad Fuck it, take a picture for fans, gurl While I'm sipping Rosé, popping bands, gurl Keep calm, I don't want your man, gurl Already curve that n*gga on the 'gram cuz I been touring, whatever, I done got my bread up My, my, my money make me cum, make my box get wetter
Don't drop that dum You better drop that shit Twerk for something Work, work, work Pop suttin Work, work, work Pop suttin
Don't drop that dum You better drop that shit Twerk for something Work, work, work Pop suttin Work, work, work Pop suttin
Trina
Name a bitch that could shine like this Genie in a bottle And if I'm fucking with a n*gga, make him throw it full throttle Hold up I ain't playing, yeah, you see me strutting like a model Yeah, you ain't saying shit without a table full of bottles I need racks in this Birkin, black cards for certain And when you sign that mansion over, that's when I'mma get to twerking Fly me out to Tahiti Then a flight out to Fiji Yeah, they can fake the funk, but these bitches could never be me I'm in and out the country like a motherfucking politician I'm just politicking overseas how I'm living Like an eagle in the sky, I got good vision I swoop down, hit his pockets, yeah, I'm on a mission Now let's play big bank, take lil bank My money flex like this ass, watch it rotate Sky scrape, bitch, I'm living in the penthouse White house, been killing shit, I'm 'bout to cash out
Don't drop that dum You better drop that shit Twerk for something Work, work, work Pop suttin Work, work, work Pop suttin
Don't drop that dum You better drop that shit Twerk for something Work, work, work Pop suttin Work, work, work Pop suttin
I try to charge up in this party But I ain't got the molly Put it in my drink, don't tell nobody Vision getting blurry Words getting slurry 'Bout to pop another bottle, I ain't got no worries Boss ass, n*gga, cocaina, he be slanging Back up to New York, to my n*gga, he be banging I am not gold digger, I just do what I want Don't fuck with no broke nigg*s, he with me, we gone stunt
N-n*gga I'm a go-getter Fuck with a winner Treat you like a god And fuck you like a sinner N*gga, I'm a go-getter Fuck with a winner Treat you like a god And fuck you like a sinner
Turn up Throw racks Turn up Cut the check Turn up Where you at? Turn up You better run I run my city And all my bitches pretty House of Diddy, still pretty Big bees like a Bentley
Don't drop that dum You better drop that shit Twerk for something Work, work, work Pop suttin Work, work, work Pop suttin
Don't drop that dum You better drop that shit Twerk for something Work, work, work Pop suttin Work, work, work Pop suttin
He hit it, I'm like He hit it, I'm like He hit it, I'm like He hit it, I'm like Drop and give me fifty Drop and, drop and give me fifty Drop and give me fifty Drop and, drop and give me fiftyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
